Alice gets another reward, asks about the gun

Alice makes a cute moan and gazes lovingly into your eyes as she licks some of the spatter off her lips. "I love your taste, big brother," she whispers as she gets up, taking one of your hands. She wipes your fingers over her tits and cleavage to collect some of your sperm before bringing them up to her face, where she laps and licks at your hand, sucking on your fingers. "I love getting spoiled by you. You make me feel special," she whispers in a seductive voice.

You hesitate to answer as some instinct is telling you she's begging for something you don't want to give her. "You know the rules," you say as a regretful memory pops into your head. "No intercourse. I'm not your baby's daddy, just yours." You watch as she wilts for a moment, but you stop her by slithering your newly washed hand down behind the hem of her skirt and begin rubbing at her puffed mound, teasing her clit. She moans loudly and struggles to stand on her legs. "but that doesn't mean I won't take care of my sister," you say as you push two fingers inside of her, your other arm now cradled around her waist to keep her upright as you begin working her wet snatch.

Alice begins breathing heavily and lifts one of her legs to give you easier access, lifting up her skirt and pulling away her panties. "Oh, thank you, oh yes, oh daddy Mark," she repeatedly moans in various orders and variations, and after a minute or so she screams as she orgasm, squirting an impressive amount of cum out of her pussy onto your pants and the floor. You bring her down on the couch and put your wet hand up to her mouth for her to clean off, which she does, hazily but happily.

You sit down next to her and pull some strands of her hair out of her face. She crawls closer and rests her head on your chest. You stay there for a few minutes as she dozes off in your arms, the room reeking of sex. You wonder what Steve would say when he comes back, but you feel you don't really care.

"So, did that gun do anything," Alice whispers from your arms, her face facing the direction of the table where it was lying.

You're not quite sure what to say, to say the least.